[MOSTLY.OPEN] We Built this City on Rock 'n' Roll

[a_perfect_end]

Who: Troncast and You!
What: You signed up for DEM GAMES. How did you get here? What kind of gear do you have? What the hell is going onnn~ and why is your butt angry? THAT IS UP TO YOU. Mostly. I...am just a bad advice meme.
Where: "main area" of Zone 7. It was a large open plaza. It is now THE GAME GRID.
When: Through the next week or so! (you

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OVERTIME ROUNDS - FINISH.THE.GAME.

[traceurmonitor]

[If Clu had been hoping that Rinzler would be the one to capture the little Monitor, he's unfortunately mistaken. Somehow, being too focused on other things on this station always seemed to bring Anon into contact with Abraxas. This time he just ended up getting caught, and derezzing wasn't in his future... does this even count as still having a future?

Oh, whatever. It doesn't matter. So long as his master was pleased...

Clu still sounds like Flynn. Even with different speech patterns it's too close, and he falters slightly. But no. Still not Flynn. The SysAdmin of the Grid - and here, he supposed. The one who ultimately brought all this pain to him.

He's not sure if he should thank Clu or throttle him.

But Abraxas wouldn't like the latter and Anon dislikes having the virus's anger turned on him. And the former... not so much his style these days.

He's minus his typical hesitance in speaking, and the undertone of static is still there, if Clu can hear it under the corruption.]

Oh, very. [500 Cycles, by his last reckoning. Anon's posture shifts slightly, open and a bit pleased.] Like it, bro?